Children want to be narco.
They see money and power.
Children play in the street,
Dirt stains their feet,
Body covered by a sheet.
A convoy of Escalades,
Narcos in masks with AK-47s.
Children play in the street,
The wrong dream soils their feet,
Body covered by a sheet.
A narcobloqueo playground
For Death and Chaparrines.
An old man washes the blood
Of children from the street.
He looks like Jesus Malverde
With a crown of smoke.
Pray to Santa Muerte,
Save them from the Devil.
Children play in the street,
Death stains their feet,
Body covered by a sheet.